Zhou Jiuya nonchalantly adjusted the lapels of his Zhongshan suit, and just then, he received a text message.
He picked up his phone to take a look.
[Ke Qirui: Awake yet?]
[Zhou Jiuya: Awake.]
[Ke Qirui: So can I start scolding you now?]
[Zhou Jiuya: I can't control the weather.]
[Ke Qirui: If you'd woken up earlier, so many people wouldn't have died.]
[Zhou Jiuya: I'm just a guest, not a bodyguard. Little sister, don't throw a tantrum with me.]
[Zhou Jiuya: Moreover, the Japanese mafia aren't good people. If they die, they die... If this group was causing trouble in China, my attitude would definitely be different.]
[Ke Qirui: Quit the hindsight wisdom, are you coming out for dinner?]
[Zhou Jiuya: No, there's something going on with the family. I've booked a flight; I have to leave right after the auction ends.]
Zhou Jiuya hesitated for a moment, shoved one hand into the pocket of his Zhongshan suit, and continued typing with the other.
